Help From Heaven

Summary: Draco has to spend part of his summer living in Hermione's house after his parents leave for a business trip. There he meets an old friend whom Hermione gets quite jealous of. Why is Hermione jealous? Who is this friend of Draco's? And will romance bloom? Definitely a D/HR fic so don't worry.

Disclaimer: Nothing of this belongs to me except the plot and some characters. All the rest belongs to J. K. Rowling.

A/N: This is my first fanfic. Please read and tell me what you think. To answer some people that wrote or asked questions in the review they sent me.

guitar-godess: I used your name for one of my characters in this chapter. Hope you like this chapter. ^.^

Also, I would also like to thank SpceEffecientGrl, Skittles713, neonfizz, olelemon, guitar-godess, Draco Lover, and Erica G. for reviewing.

I would like to thank my beta readers Draco Lover and Skittles713 for helping me with this chapter.

I decided to also post this chapter out earlier than I suspected I would. But the next chapter is going to take longer because I have all my work for school due next week and finals are coming up as well so don't get pissed of at me for not updating soon. . But, I'll be able to update cause after finals are over it's SUMMER VACATION!

Now on with the story!

Chapter 2

Draco sat straight up in a cold sweat. Those memories of her were the cause of him waking up. He rested his head in his hands. Those memories seemed so real, like they had just happened yesterday. Why did he have to think about her now? It wasn't like he was going to ever see her again.

But she promised, remember? She said she would and she never breaks a promise, said that little nagging voice in his head.

Draco sighed and looked at the clock next to his bed. The time was 6:32 A.M.

Remembering what was to happen today, his face changed into a scowl. He was to leave for Granger's house at 8 o'clock. Seeing as he wouldn't be able to get anymore rest, he climbed out of bed and went to go take a shower to get ready for the day.

The rest of my summer is going to be long and boring as hell.

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Hermione sighed. Her parents had just broke the news to her last night. She wasn't happy at all about it.

Who would be?

First, they tell her she would be able to go to the Weasley's house when July was over. But then when August comes around the corner, they say she can't because she was to be a hostess to someone that was staying at their house until it was time for her to return to Hogwarts. And it wasn't just anybody. No.

It was Draco Malfoy. The arrogant, obnoxious Slytherin prat.

Of course, Hermione didn't tell her parents this. No she never told them about how he treated her or how he called her names. She just wasn't one to complain to her parents after all. She was independent from them really.

Hermione had stayed up most of the night trying to devise some sort of plan to stay away and avoid him for the rest of the summer. She could always read books, but she had already read all the books that were located in her family's library. And she didn't have any summer homework to do, seeing as it was her and she had finished it all the first week of summer vacation.

Well, she could always hangout with her muggle friends for the rest of the summer. They were really happy to hear that she wasn't leaving for her friend's house. Not to mention that the couple down the street said that their niece was coming to visit them for the rest of the summer and would arrive in about two days. Then she could make a new friend and maybe not have to talk to Draco for the rest of the summer.

Well, she hoped that was going to work as she got out of bed to get ready for the day.

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Draco looked up at what looked like a three-story house. The colors of the house were white and light blue. By the look of the house, Draco wondered why Granger wasn't put in Ravenclaw.

"Probably because she wanted to be with Potter and the Weasel," mumbled Draco, laughing to himself on how that would be a great title for a book.

While the limo was pulling into the street, he looked around the neighborhood. He noticed that Granger lived in a pretty decent neighborhood. By the looks of it, the houses on the street were better than middle class, but they couldn't be compared to a mansion. There were children playing in the street and there were also some teenagers about his age playing in the tennis courts.

Coming back to reality, he hoped that he didn't have to associate with any of these people. He was also wondering why the Granger's were willing to have him spend the rest of the summer with them. Didn't their daughter tell them about him? Or were they willing to put up with him just to see what kind of person he was?

Walking up to the front door with his truck, he rang the doorbell. Looking at his watch, he noticed it was only 10:40. After waiting a couple of seconds, the door opened revealing a woman with curly brown hair, who he presumed, was Granger's mother.

"Hello. You must be Draco Malfoy. I'm Mrs. Granger, Hermione's mother," said Mrs. Granger, holding her hand out for him to shake.

"Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for letting me stay with you and your family for the rest of the summer holiday," said Draco calmly, taking her hand and kissing the knuckles. He wasn't going let Hermione get the best of him by proving to her parents what kind of person he was sure she told them about.

But instead, Mrs. Granger looked quite shocked and was smiling pleasantly.

"I wonder why Hermione never mentioned what a fine gentleman there was at Hogwarts."

To this Draco lifted one of his eyebrows in a confused look, but hid it quickly replacing it with his unemotional face. Didn't Hermione ever mention me to her parents at all? was all he could think of before he was ushered quickly into the house.

"Now Draco would you like anything to eat or drink?" questioned Mrs. Granger.

"Actually, I'm quite tired. Do you think that it would be possible for me to go to the room where I'll be staying in and settle down?"

"Of course. Of course. Let me show you your room. Just follow me."

Grabbing his trunk, Draco followed her up the stairs. He couldn't believe how fast she was walking. Didn't she know that he was carrying a heavy trunk? Obviously not. Following her down the hall he noticed that she was standing in front of the last door in the hallway on the left.

"Now, Hermione told me that your favorite color was probably green, so we decided to give you this room," said Mrs. Granger as she opened the door.

As Draco looked inside the room, he couldn't quite believe how well the room looked. The bed was quite huge even though it wasn't as large as the one he had at home. The four-poster bed had silk green sheets and green cushions on it. Silk curtains were drawn around it while the coziness of the room almost screamed for Draco to go sleep in it that very minute. The room was dimly lit and smelled of vanilla. The carpeted floor was also the color green and felt soft as he stepped into the room.

There were two night tables on either side of the bed. In front of the bed was where he placed his trunk. To the left side of the bed, there was a floor length wide window, going into a marble balcony.

Seeing how Draco wasn't complaining about the room, Mrs. Granger continued.

"The door over to the right is the closet while the door to the left will lead you to the bathroom. The other door on the left will lead you to the balcony, which I see you have already noticed. If you need any help or want any information, Hermione's room is across the hall from yours. She's outside at the tennis courts right now with some of her friends, so if you want to talk to her you could go outside and join her."

"It's all right. I think I'll just rest for a while. Thank you." His face had turned back to being unemotional.

"All right. If you want lunch you can come down and I'll make you something." With that said Mrs. Granger exited the room smiling and closed the door softly.

Sighing, Draco just laid on the bed looking at the ceiling. He decided to get some fresh air when he felt that the room was a little too stuffy. Getting up and walking out of the room, he looked at his surrounding. The walls of the house were covered in many beautiful landscape paintings. Seeing this, he couldn't help but think of how Celine would have loved looking at all of them. She would take her time memorizing every little detail of each one.

Draco winced. Why do I keep thinking about her? Lost in thought, he didn't realize that he had made it outside.

Noticing a big oak tree, Draco sat down under it. Leaning up against the trunk, he started gazing up at the sky like he and Jacqueline would do when they were seven.

Sighing Draco thought, It's just not the same without her.

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Hermione was coming home with her friends Kathleen, Zack and Adam. They had just played a game of tennis with Hermione and Kathleen being on one team while Zack and Adam were against them. The outcome of the match was that Hermione and Kathleen were victorious, which didn't do really well for Zack's and Adam's self-esteems.

"I can't believe you guys…or girls," stated Zack after receiving a glare from Kathleen, "…beat us."

Zack was seventeen years old. He was quite good-looking, what with his brown hair and icy green eyes. His hair was spiked up with red streaks. If smiles could kill, Zack's surely would. The full effect that came with his smile could make any girl melt at his feet.

"Well, maybe if you guys practiced once in a while instead of believing you're good at everything, you might be able to beat us," retorted Kathleen.

Kathleen, to Hermione and almost everyone else, was perfect. She was the same age as Hermione, which was sixteen, but she would be turning seventeen later this month. Hermione wouldn't be turning seventeen until September. Kathleen never wore any make-up, not that she needed it. Her skin was lightly tanned as if the sun dusted it. Her brunette hair was silky and long and was pulled up into a ponytail at the moment. Her eyes were a deep honey, which sometimes changed into golden amber. Not only was she beautiful and had every guy wanting her number, her personality was also perfect.

She was quite funny and modest if anyone ever complimented her. She never lost her temper and treated everyone fair. She never held a grudge against anyone and gave everyone a second chance. She would listen to everyone's problems and comfort them when they needed it. She also got excellent grades in school and was most likely to be valedictorian.

"Well if that's what you two have been doing, then of course you could beat us. But don't let this victory get to your head. We want a rematch and this time we won't lose," said Adam.

Adam was the same age as Zack. He was really good looking, what with his raven hair and gray eyes. His eyes were deep in color and looking in them was like plunging into warmth you have never felt before. Unlike Zack his hair was left falling freely in front of his eyes.

"Are you sure? Because I wouldn't want you guys to be humiliated again by us girls. Right Hermione?"

But, Hermione was so lost in thought that she didn't hear Kathleen. It wasn't until she felt a jab in her ribs.

"Owww. What was that for?"

"Well you weren't paying attention to the queen over there," said Zack pointing at Kathleen. "You know how she is. She might start pouting and yelling until she gets your attention."

"I DO NOT YELL!"

"And what might I ask was that if it wasn't yelling?" said Adam, who was standing next to Kathleen with his hands covering his ears.

"That was just me raising my voice like Mr. Johnson does during history class." She then did an impression of Mr. Johnson. " 'THIS IS NOT YELLING, CLASS. THIS IS ME JUST SPEAKING IN A REALLY LOUD VOICE.' "

Kathleen, Zack and Adam started laughing until Adam noticed Hermione wasn't laughing with them.

"What's on your mind, Herm?" asked Adam, which caused Zack and Kathleen to stop laughing.

"Huh? Oh, nothing really. Its just I don't know who the teacher you guys are talking about so I can't really laugh about it now can I?" stated Hermione with a small smile.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Mione. I keep forgetting you don't go to school with us. To us with you here it's like you're always here with us and you never went away," said Kathleen in a sad voice.

"It's okay. Besides I was just thinking of how great it was to spend time with you guys again like we did when we were little."

"Yeah. And, it's great to spend more time with you. It gets pretty boring when you mostly hangout with two guys that has no fashion taste whatsoever."

Hermione and Kathleen started laughing so hard that their chest started hurting and it was getting hard to breathe.

"You guys are so lame," retorted Zack. "And we do to have fashion taste. What with you, Kathleen, practically telling us what to buy."

"Can we get out of the topic of clothes?" asked Adam. "Lets just all go to Mione's house and hangout."

"And didn't you mention that someone from your school was staying at your house with you for the rest of the summer, Mione?" questioned Zack.

"Yeah. He probably arrived by now because my mother told me he would be here before lunch."

"Then, what are we waiting for! Let's go meet him!" exclaimed a very excited Kathleen. She was always one to meet new people and become friends with them.

I just hope she doesn't take what Draco says too seriously. After all he's just a slimy git with no emotions, thought Hermione as she, Zack and Adam chased after a running Kathleen who was heading for Hermione's house.

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